Seeing Stars
The rain coated asphalt
Black and sparkling
I fell to the rock bottom
We use for parking.
Suddenly I'm
Hyperventilating
No thoughts of vindicating
Nothing was indicating
That he would do this prior
Didn't seem like when he called me a Whore
Or a Bitch, or a Slut,
That it was dire.
just words.
Acidic and critic-
al.
Spoken by a manchild who was cynic-
al.
Apparently I screamed,
Bloodcurdling.
I bet he stifled that to a harsh
Gurgling.
When he clasped his hands around my throat,
.......
nothing.
I remember nothing.
Except what happened prior.
His enormous voice
Echoing
This time dire.
And the rain coated asphalt black and sparkling
Swiftly greeting my face.
It left a marking
One at first that was acrimonious
Over time just a warning.
A reminder,
To stay away from the felonious.
It's a day I'll never forget,
But it's content mostly forgotten.
One i'll never regret
Something that can't be taught in
school.
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